Recipe 3: The Rise of the Weasleys
This chapter contains depiction of: F/M, F/F
When Ginny was bored, the Castle would take a breath of relief, as the storm would stop raging for a moment.
When Ginny was bored, the Castle would cower in fear, waiting anxiously for the volcano to wake up at any moment.
Peace didn't suit Ginny well; after years of battle, hardship, resistance and thrill, she couldn't handle the mundanity of everyday's life. To fight the weariness, she dedicated every minute of her life searching for the excitement and danger she had grown accustomed to. Crashing parties, betting at cards, sneaking up booze, competing in illegal broom races in Hogwarts corridors at night, diving in the Forbidden forest, you just had to name it; if it was dangerous, illegal and fun Ginny was involved. But right now weary and apathetic, crashing Luna's Lovegood bed, in the Ravenclaw tower, as she was the only person able to support her in this state.
"Why don't you train for Quidditch?" said Luna, unfazed by the slow wailing of her friend.
"No one cares about Quidditch anymore… They say it's too barbaric. All the team have converted to flying ballet; and even Harry and Ron have left the team..."
"Is that so? They used to love Quidditch so much… I wonder if they'll give up on the Three Wizard Tournaments too.."
"The what now?"
"The Triwizard Tournament, I've heard the Headmistress talk about it with Professor Flitwick. The last one was four years ago, am I right?" She counted on her knuckles. "They'll be sending a dozen candidates to France, in Beauxbaton. They will probably announce that pretty soon."
Ginny excitement rose then visibly failed. She sighed loudly.
"What now?" said Luna, "I figured you'd want to try. I know I would, I've always wanted to visit France and look for the Gevaudan and they also have the only colony of camecruse in europe."
"The Eight years will probably hog all the places. I'm not sure about Harry but Hermione would be a real challenge. Basically every single one of them has time to practice real magic while we have to stick up with useless classes."
"I don't think so," said Luna. "The headmistress is very fair, I'm sure she'll give everyone a chance, including you."
It did not convince Ginny, she sank even deeper in lamentation and complaint. Finally tired of the constant whimpering , Luna closed her book and sat next to Ginny to shake her by the shoulder.
"Come on! Triwizard! Cheer up! Here let me give you a tickle." And she slid a hand in Ginny's brief, reaching for her bush, gently scratching her pubic hair.
"Mhh, I don't know," said Ginny, "just let me die of boredom."
"Are you sure? You always feel better after!"
"Alright, but bite me on the ear too, pretty pleeease?"
Luna huddled herself against Ginny, and started to gently rub her. Then, she gave a couple of pecks on Ginny neckside, and switched between nibbling the ear lobe and sticking her tongue in Ginny's ear.
It did not take three minutes for Ginny to come, and she proved Luna right, the quick orgasm did lift up her spirit.
"You know what? You are right Luna, McGonagall is not going to screw us over the Triwizard Tournament. I'm going to give her my candidacy right now!"
And she stormed out of the Ravenclaw tower, while Luna picked up her book where she had left.
As november passed the weather was now very cold and Hogwarts grounds were covered with a layer of immaculate white snow, except for a few dots left by students, hurrying in the warm botanical Greenhouse. Everyone would rather stay inside the classrooms. Almost everyone. At this point, the Eight years had basically given up attendance. They studied together subjects of their choosing, eventually asking for a Professor's opinion, and hung out around the castle, between mates, or couples, walking in the snow, arm in arm, or hand around the waist under thick cloak, such as Hannah and Neville. The couple passed the foggy glasses of the Greenhouse number seven where Professor Sprout waved at them, as if she was blessing the union of her two favourite students. They waved back with their free hand, without releasing the hold of each other and pursuing their path around the garden. They reached a small garden shelter full of old tools overlooking both the Greenhouses and the grounds. It was dark and narrow, barely large enough for two people to stand in, with small openings on the planks, giving a direct view of the castle.
Once Neville had closed the door behind, Hannah's knees gave up and she fell on him. He wrapped her in a hug to hold her still.
"I thought I'd give up when Professor Sprout saw us," she said, out of breath. "You're too good"
"And you're so bad, doing that in public," replied Neville.
"I know, I'm helpless- oh no don't stop," she moaned.
And thus Neville continued, as he had not been holding her by the waist but by the ass, delivering her pleasure with his hand concealed.
"Wanna look at them while you finish?" whispered Neville. Hannah nodded. He walked her to the small windows so she could spy around, hands held against the wall. Professor Sprout was teaching. Further away Hagrid dragged a massive pine towards the Castle. A couple of older students hang out in front of the Great Hall. And straight ahead, displayed on the wall, dozens of windows, dozens of slices of life unraveling, while Neville fingered her. The minuscule Professor Flitwick made a feather fly. The new DADA teacher held a weird looking bubble by the tip of her wand and Neville was pushing her to the edge of pleasure. On the top of a tower, she glimpsed a naked ass across the windows but maybe she imagined it. She put one hand on Nevilles pants, assessing his arousal.
"Put it in now," she said.
"What? Right now?"
"Yes, hurry. Like we discussed, I wanna try it now, from behind."
He had his pants down and robes up in no time at all. He moved behind Hannah, placed his arms around her, against the wall, hands over her fingers, ready to discover the hidden pleasure stashed between her chubby ass cheeks.
Hannah arched her back, she was trembling with expectation. She had barely the time to feel Neville enter that Neville let out a loud cry of pain.
She turned around. "What is it honey, are you ok?" Neville was clenching his hand on his legs.
"Aww, in my pocket, it burns."
He pulled out of Hannah and pulled an old coin from his pocket. It was Dumbledore's Army enchanted Galleon. An urgent meeting was called right now.
Hannah sighed, cleaned herself with a spell and put back her briefs. Anal would have to wait, once again. And there would be no orgasms either, as duty always came first.
"I hope you have a good reason to call us now because I was about to do something very important," is the first thing Hannah said to Hermione in front of the Room of Requirements. An understandable mistake, as Hermione was usually the one to organize everything, and thus she had naturally gone to her. But for once, Hermione didn't understand the situation either, and waited in the corridor with Harry and Ron; they all looked slightly worried. There was a lot of confusion all around, and because the Room of Requirements didn't open, Ernie McMillan showed up, calling everyone to follow him to the Web of Clubs, on the other side of the Castle, yet he was not able to provide anyone with additional information.
They arrived in the meeting point, where Justin was standing on a table, calling for attention. Once the noise settled he addressed them.
« Witches and Wizards, my fellow students we are gathered here to organize and fight for justice, as in this school a villainous crime is being committed against the good people of Hogwarts! »
"What is he talking about?" asked Hannah.
"No idea," replied Hermione.
« As you know, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Beauxbaton this year and the school will select … »
"Oh yeah, the Triwizard, I forgot about that. Didn't you say you wanted to try this time, Ron?" said Harry.
« … and we have more than others proven our valor ... »
"Nah mate, I'm over it. It was too much of a hassle."
«… the vicious Headmistress still trying to get back on the right we have won through hard struggle … »
"I'm proud of you, Ron," said Hermione.
« .. and cowardly act of retribution which shall not stand, I repeat this aggression shall not stand … »
"I just slipped from class," said Ginny, squeezing herself between Ron, Hannah, Neville, Harry and Hermione. "Did someone call the D.A? What's happening?"
« … and we will march until our demands are met … »
"Justin called the meeting," said Harry. "He's talking about the Triwizard tournament."
"Oh, I haven't told anyone yet, but Professor McGonagall just told me I have been selected in Hogwarts delegation to Beauxbaton."
« … through willful omission of the procedures, an act of discrimination has been commited ... »
"Congratulations Ginny! It's a great opportunity and you really deserve it."
"Thanks, Hermione. Luna was chosen as well. We'll be leaving in december. I have to write to Mum or Dad. And Charlie and Fleur too, I think her sister is still in Beauxbaton. Wonder if she'll put her name in as well."
« … until all of us Eight years receive an equal opportunity to put forth our candidature! »
Half the attendance cheered and applauded, as Justin whipped up the crowd.
"OY! JUSTIN!", shouted Ginny loudly. "It's been announced like one month ago. There was no foul play if you missed the deadline."
"Ay! Ay!" said the crowd, the half that didn't cheer for Justin.
"And where and when was this information given?" asked Justin dramatically. "Because I sure was not aware of it, and I find it highly suspicious that—"
"It was like EVERYWHERE," shouted Ginny back." In the Great Hall, on the announcement board, on the Common Room of every houses, and almost all teachers gave us a reminder in class each week. It's not our fault you don't come to school anymore!"
"Aye! She speaks the truth! Let her speak!"
Justin dusted the objections away. "Everyone knows we don't show up, it doesn't mean we should not be informed. Not a single letter was sent to our part of the Castle. We DEMAND that the selection process starts over, and for the school to select new candidates."
"Yay!"
"Nay!"
"Cheat!"
"Let him speak!"
"Who put you in charge?!"
"Hum! Hum!"
The room fell silent. It was Hermione's secret weapon, she got it from Ginny. She got up on a chair and said, calmly.
"Justin, I understand that you feel cheated out of an incredible opportunity. However, as it is, it is a private matter, and while you can argue your case to the Headmistress, I see no reason to involve the Eight years Student Association Club."
"Aye!"
"She's right!"
"Hermione's the best!"
"Furthemore, as the President of this association, It is my duty to protect the interests of its members, you and to advise everyone of you against involving our name in this matter, as it would weaken our position against the Administration should we attempt to disrupt the Triwizard organisation. And by the way, let me use that opportunity to congratulate our very own Ginny Weasley, who had been selected among the happy Thirteen! And who will represent Hogwarts this year at Beauxbatons!"
There was a rumble of applause.
"Congrats Ginny!"
"Take them down!"
"You're the best!"
"Marry me Ginny!"
"HOLD ON," shouted Justin. "Hermione, I'm really disappointed you should choose your friend and your Gryffindor House over your duty. I call for the people who agree with me to join me."
"I'm with you!'
"Me too!"
"I'm not!"
"Let him speak!"
And, in a second, the room had split in two crowds of students facing and gauging each other menacingly. All had to choose a side. Half of them, including Ron, Hannah, Lavender, Padma and obviously Ginny had sided with Hermione. On the other side with Justin were Ernie, Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil, Blaise Zabini, Seamus and …
"Neville?! You traitor," shouted Ron, "come back here and support my sister!"
"Sorry mate, but I think my Gran would kill me if she learned I missed that opportunity."
But in the middle of that, one sorcerer had not picked a side. It was Harry Potter.
"Harry!?" shouted Ginny. "Don't tell me you want to try the tournament again?"
"Come on our side Harry," said Justin. "The Headmistress will have to listen to you!"
Harry sighed. "Look Justin, it sucked that you missed the deadline, and Ginny I'm happy for you but I really really don't want to get involved. Can you let me sit that one out?"
"You made your choice by being a bystander," retorted Ginny. If her eyes could throw knives, Harry could have become a cutler.
"Yeah, take a stance!"
"Centrist!"
"Wanker!"
"Let him speak!"
And once again, the opinion had turned against him, although this time the hostility only came from a small fraction of the student body. Still, Harry was used to it, and his invisibility cloak went back in service. When he went to his personal room that evening, Ginny was there. She had been spending the night with him for the past month. Harry removed his cloak and entered. His stomach dropped. Ginny was packing.
"I can come back later if you're still mad at me," he said.
"Well I'm mad at you but you can still come in, It's your place anyway," said Ginny.
"Are you packing?" asked Harry.
"Yes, the Headmistress told us we'd be leaving next week. I figured I should gather my stuff."
"I thought you didn't want to stay here anymore," said Harry.
"Oh Harry, you're being so dramatic, it's not because I'm angry that I don't love you anymore."
And to demonstrate her feelings, she wrapped himself around him to give him a ferocious kiss that took his breath away.
"Wow, I should make you mad at me more often," said Harry.
"Don't be silly, Harry, I'm not mad at you personally, but for your political stance. It's very different."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
"Not at all, or I would not ask you to shag me." And, lifting both straps of her robes at the same time, she let it fall, exposing to Harry her cheeky nudity. "That is if you can catch me."
Suddenly possessed by a growing urge, Harry ran after her, swooped her, and carried her into his chamber then tossed her on the bed.
"Oh? Is it how it's going to be tonight?" said Ginny with a brazen smile. "Bring it on, I'm diggin that."
They struggled playfully for a moment until Harry, now completely naked, pinned her on the bed in a prone position, put his shoulders around hers, trapped her arms with his hands, closed on her chest. "I haven't congratulated you properly for your qualification," he said. "Time for you to get your reward."
The reward was hard and stiff, he delivered with so much passion Ginny had her breath taken away. He complimented her further with kisses on her, her neck or nibbling on her ears; they had the best night; it was a passion to remember, a passion they shared until both were too exhausted to move.
"I'm gonna miss you while you're away," said Harry. With his finger, he was drawing constellations between freckles on Ginny's chest.
"Well you have fun until I come back, but you won't forget about me, won't you."
"Not a chance," said Harry. "Not a chance."
In the end, the Justin-led Eight years had to submit to the Headmistress' decision, and to show they were good sport, they even threw a party to bid farewell to the selected candidates, the Happy Thirteen, on the last weekend before they left. Of course, one could argue it was a petty move, because none of the candidates were allowed to attend that party since it was on Eight-years ground. It didn't prevent Luna and Ginny from joining Harry, Hermione and Ron on a table in the Room of Courtship anyway. No one would dare to look for trouble with Ginny, as for Luna, since she was sitting with Hermione, it meant it was out of their hand. Luna seems a bit out of place here, as usual, even though the extravagance of her dragonfly robe was still inside the norm here.
"You must be so excited Luna," said Hermione. "How are you dealing with the stress? I remember how terrible it was for Harry."
"Oh right I remember, Harry constantly you looked like you were about to puke. But I'm fine, I'm not a Champion yet. I've been having a lot of attention from others, especially boys, now that I'm famous."
"Ohhh," said Hermione, "anyone you fancy?"
"Not really, but I haven't really been paying attention to them"
"Why don't you pick one that's not too shabby?" interjected Ginny. "He'll be so glad to spend the night with you that he'll give his best. Does wonder to relieve stress. You should try it."
"You think so? I suppose the situation is stressing me a bit." said Luna. "Ron, do you want to go have sex with me upstairs? I've always wanted to try it with you."
Ron choked on his buttlebeer.
"Well… Look Luna I'm flattered but you see — he took Hermione by the hand and showed it to Luna — Hermione and I are exclusive …"
"Oh, no matter then," said Luna, visibly disappointed.
"Harry and I are not," said Ginny. "I'll go with you right now. You don't mind Harry?"
"Go on," said Harry, "I'll see you later tonight."
She got up, dropped Harry a little kiss and walked Luna away, arm tightly wrapped around her waist; two dozen pairs of jealous eyes followed them closely until they disappeared behind a tapestry.
"Don't you think it's weird she wants to do me and my sister?" asked Ron to Harry and Hermione.
"I don't know," said Harry. "As long as it's not at the same time…"
"What an interesting idea," said Hermione with malice. "Ginny is a wonderful woman, I'd be curious about that as well."
Ron shivered with disgust. "Ergh, I don't know why you people keep fantasising about that, stuff between siblings … It's not a thing, ask Padma and Parvati what they think about that… if you're not afraid to get cursed to death."
"What about you and Harry, my two favourites boys, at the same time just for me?" continued Hermione, passing an arm around Ron's shoulders, the other around Harry's.
"Hey Harry's like a brother to me! And he's dating my sister! So you stay away from him, you scandalous Witch!"
Harry was laughing hard.
"Ahahahah" laughed Hermione. "C'mon Ron, you shouldn't be surprised Luna has a crush on you. Many witches do fancy you." She let go of Harry, fluttered her eyelashes lasciously and leaned towards Ron for a kiss, "I know I do."
Ron yielded to the kiss and immediately forgave the mockery. They locked mouths while Harry looked away impatiently.
"You realize that from my point of view, I see my brother and my sister making out. It's disgusting."
"Shaddup Harry," said Ron, half speaking half eating Hermione's face, "now you understand how I feel with you and Ginny."
"Isn't that Malfoy over there?" said Hermione, pointing over Harry's shoulder. Indeed, Malfoy was chatting with Padma Patil and Pansy Parkinson in a corner of the room.
"Right, I'll leave you two lovebirds and say hi to him. Try to stay decent. Or find a room."
"Since when is Harry speaking terms with Malfoy?" asked Ron, so surprised he had stopped kissing Hermione.
"Oh Ron, there's still so much you don't know," she replied, with a smile. "Now back to kissing me, please? Your tongue is not in my mouth and I want that to stop right now."
And so they made out, as if it was the first time.
It had happened during the Summers, a couple of weeks after Fred Weasley's funeral, before Hermione's trip to Australia. She had travelled in London to sort out her old house, with the help of Ron, before getting her parents back. It was hard to believe almost seven years had passed, since that strange man, sent by a so-called Ministry of Magic, had knocked on this door and explained to her parents that she had been offered a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, since then, she had been back to this corridor, from time to time, dragging her bag full of books and spells to the stairs, up to her room; but as years went by, she spent less and less time on this side of the world, caught deeper and deeper into the Magical World, until, after erasing the few traces of her, she had vanished entirely.
And now, there wasn't much magical erasure to revert. A couple of pictures, a stash of cards at most.
"I can't find your room," yelled Ron from upstairs.
"Of course you can't, that's the point of the spell," she yelled back. "I'm coming up."
She climbed the stairs, and walked to the middle of an unusually long corridor that led to the parent's bedroom, next to a bathroom. She muttered something while waving her wand and the horizontal motives on the wallpapers scattered away, revealing a door. She entered with Ron behind her.
It was a fairly small bedroom, with yellow wallpapers and deep blue carpeting his father had done by himself, before she was born. Next to the door, there was a small desk with an outdated calendar over it. There was also a bookcase filled with children's books she had long forgotten, and notebooks from her muggle school she had never thrown away, but neatly stacked one year after the other. In a corner of the room, the wardrobe was open, most of her muggle clothes were too big for her now; the only muggle clothes she owned were the ones she was wearing, except for a couple of lost pieces scattered between 12 Grimmauld Place, Hogwarts or the Burrow, or in the bottom of the bottomless magic purse she carried around during their journey. She sat on her small bed, contemplating this room; it was like her suspended between worlds. Soon, that room would exist once again, her parents would be back with their memory restored, but she'll leave again for Hogwarts, and then what? Would she ever come back ? No, not in the same way. The place she had left didn't exist anymore, except in the past.
Ron had sat next to her and passed an arm around her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"It's really weird to be back now, after everything. It's hard to believe any of it ever happened here. Have I ever told you that after my first year at Hogwarts, I kept imagining it could all have been a dream. I would have spent more time in this room if that were the case. Can you imagine the number of schoolworks I would have done on that desk? The books I would have read on this bed. The pajama parties with friends from the schools. I could have had a computer — it's a muggle stuff…
"I could even have invited boys here," she said, nudging Ron on the side with malice. "We'd been having making out sessions here, then we'd been interrupted by my mum! God I would have been so embarrassed! None of that did happen, not even a kiss. Since the minute I've been called to Hogwarts all my life switched tracks… I wonder though..."
Out of nowhere, Ron turned towards her and planted a light kiss on her lips.
"Here you go," he said, slightly blushing, "that way you've got your kiss in your room."
"Oh thanks Ron!" she said. She hugged him tight. "But I'll settle for no less than an hour-long making out session!"
And she kissed him back, with so much impulse he fell on the back in the bed.
That feels good, she thought, while Ron's generous tongue was tickling the inside of her mouth. The smoochs were long and wet, a bit sloppy, but she liked the feeling behind them. They frenched and snogged with the enthusiasm and saliva of budding teens. Ron was hovering over her a bit awkwardly, unsure where to put his hands and knees, until Hermione grabbed him by the waist and brought his body against hers. They kissed and snuggled and cuddled and fondled, even if Hermione had put Ron's hands on her own butt and chest for it to happen.
It was a nice moment, not unlike what she had pictured in this very bed dozens of times before. Now seems a good time as any, she thought. She put her hand on Ron's crotch.
"You're hard," she said simply. She straightened up, forcing Ron to sit cross legged in front of her, as the bed was too small to accommodate both of them side to side, and got rid of her shirt and jeans. Ron imitated her, then sat back to kiss her, as she unlocked her bra. She felt Ron skin against her naked chest. Between kisses, she said to him, "You can touch me, if you want." And, inevitably, she felt two hands wrap themselves around her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them; Ron could as well be tasting two cup of his favourite ice cream.
Hermione let out a laugh.
"Is that not alright?" blurted out Ron, slightly alarmed.
"No it's ok," said Hermione. "It tickles. Here, lay on your back."
She climbed on top of him, resting her thigh on his boxers and planted a hundred on sucker kisses all over his chest. Ron moaned. She followed her path of kisses around his navel, his stomach, down his pelvis until Ron boxer's barred her the way. She pulled them down with both ends. Hermione took a moment to discover Ron's springy member. Ron had lifted his head to look at her. Hermione winked, and it was her turn to enjoy her favourite ice cream, she tasted it twice. It tasted like Ron. The air smelt like Ron and that was good. Hermione went back to Ron level and grabbed his wrist.
"Feel how much I want you," she said. And she put his hand between her legs, directly under her panties.
"I'm at the tip of your finger, make me happy," said Hermione and she kissed him again. Ron did. He could feel Hermione shiver as he moved his finger, feeling the warmness inside Hermione.
He had been applying himself to her pleasure for less than a minute when Hermione, who looked like she could barely keep herself together, moaned. "Come now, Ron, you can go all the way, fuck me, fuck me now."
Ron, who still had his pants around the ankles, threw them away and rolled over Hermione. She grabbed his ass and rubbed herself against his dick.
"Hermione, listen" said Ron, "I have to tell you something first."
"What is it Ron?" she whispered.
"Well it's just I've never … You're my first … I mean, Hermione, It's the first time … for me," he muttered.
Hermione slowed down. "Really? But I thought … not even with Lave-"
"No!" said Ron, "I mean we did stuff but... not … that."
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face close the hers so she could kiss him for a long moment.
"It's alright Ron, you're doing good, just follow my lead." And, letting go of Ron's head, she pushed down her panties and kicked them away. She adjusted herself under Ron, and spread her legs, in missionary, passed one arm below Ron's armpit, on his back and with the other, she guided Ron until he was about to enter.
"Go on," she said, bringing him close to him, feeling her skin pressed against his chest. Ron did. They were one body now, and he looked up at Hermione. She was red hot. Their eyes met and both Hermione and Ron burst out of laughter.
"Hermione!" protested Ron. He had slipped away while they laughed. He put himself back and applied himself, one thrust of love after the other; he planted kisses on her mouth, on her face, on her neck, on her shoulders, inside her armpit, switching rhymes, soon out of breath. "Hermione," he moaned.
Hermione took his hands and locked fingers with him. "You're doing it great!" she moaned. She raised her legs and wrapped them behind Ron's ass. "You're doing it great!" she moaned again. She felt the pace increase, the thrusts more powerful. "Go on, it's great, go on, go on!" she repeated, over and over.
"Hermione!"
She felt it, deep inside her, that exact moment, the very moment where Ron went over the threshold; and beyond that point he would reach the peak. She held him tight, locked her legs even harder and squeezed, as hard as she could; he exulted loudly; she felt the warmness spreading inside.
For an eternity they stayed locked together, eyes closed, breathing in the musk of their sweaty bodies, skin glued together, one mouth searching the other for one kiss, just one more kiss, then another.
When Hermione went back from the bathroom, Ron was waiting for her, naked, inside the bed. Hermione slid against him, under the drapes; the bed was small, they had to stick together.
"Did you come too?" he asked.
She lay over him, stomach against stomach, the place that had been so violently close earlier now rested gently on against the other. She was playing with his hair. She couldn't get enough of his face.
"No, but it's alright, I don't come easily. But don't worry, you've been great, I've had a good time, I promise." And once again, she gave him a kiss.
"I love you Hermione."
"I love you too."
She let her head rest on his chest, and fell asleep against him, inside the bedroom of her childhood, to the rhythm of his beating heart, leaving Ron dazed and confused by this naked and defenseless witch sleeping and breathing in his arms, who, for some reason, had fallen in love with him.